Politically Incorrect Irrelevant Poem (AKA Bill The Souvenir)
And as the sinners bash my face in with a fist...
A fist of iron, and a fist of irony,
Oooh, ya scum, I scream in distress,
Falling into the mud, the fascists have beaten me
This time, screaming : "Hahaha, you have a stupid face!"
Oh, yes, but revenge,
Oh, revenge...
Will be as sweet as curry powder in a raccoon's sack.
I run to the shop and buy me a gun, Bobby.
And with this gun, I thee shoot,
And with this bullet, I thee kill,
And with this politically incorrect poem, I thee retire to Colorado.
And with all the complaints I will get from this poem, I thee laugh...
I am Jesus, I blame you, dad.
I am morality, and I blame society
I am society and I blame your apathy
I am apathy and I blame...no, actually, I don't care.
"Is this how you get our kicks?" they cry
I get my orders from c....
What is this shit?
- Miguel C. Kesey